Sometimes

Sometimes, I'll turn on the lights whenever I enter a room because maybe I don't know what hides in the dark. Other times, I'll turn off the lights at night, while everyone is asleep and just stare. I'll stare into the darkness and whisper to the monsters that lurk there. Sometimes, they whisper back.

The monsters are comforting. They listen to my stories and tell me their own. And just when I think I've heard them all, they tell me more. When I get sleepy, they usher me to bed and finish their stories in my dreams. But when I wake in the morning, they're gone, like they've never been.

Sometimes, the monsters tell me that the night is their mother, that she listens better than anyone. So some nights I'll stand out in the dark and tell her my stories. Sometimes I'll whisper because I don't want her to hear me, even if I'm telling her. Other times, I'll yell because I really want her to hear me.

The night sky is comforting. It wraps me around me like a blanket and blows soft breezes at my cheeks as if they were kisses. The night lets me cry in her arms, and then tells her children to bring me to bed. Sometimes, when I'm happy, she'll brighten like she's glad I'm happy. But she always leaves me in the day.

I like the day too. He doesn't have monsters, but he has birds and trees. He carries the life that the night can't. I like him. Every day, he drowns his sun to let the night and her moon and all her children shine in the dark. Sometimes, he'll even let the moon show off its light during the day. I think the day feels bad. He gets all the admiration and, try as he might, the night will never be as loved as he.

Sometimes, I tell the day my troubles too, though most of the times not directly. I tell my friends and my family but I know he's listening. Other times, I tell his clouds, who I'm sure, in turn, tell him. 

When the night and the day finally meet together, I'll tell them both my stories at the same time. I'll listen to the birds and the monsters tell me their stories in a field of flowers grown by the day's light and the night's mist.

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I don't know how to end it so I'll just stop it here XD

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